Nostalgia feelings
Juliana's pov
After listening to Gabriel's audio message, Johnson stood there and stared at me. He was genuinely curious about my next move. But what should I really do? I came here with a purpose, and that purpose was all about my daughter. We both wanted to resolve the issue of identifying her biological father. As I pondered over my options, Johnson asked me a tricky question.
"Do you think your relationship with your boyfriend is better than our past relationship?" he asked.
That question caught me off guard, and suddenly I started seeing Johnson the way I did when we first met in high school. I remained silent and sat down. Johnson approached me and confessed his love.
"Juliana, I love you with all my heart. My life felt incomplete without you. Our reunion was orchestrated by fate, believe me, I will never love any the way I have loved you," he said.
I stayed silent, deep in thought. Did fate cause Sadie to sleep with my ex-husband? Does fate want my marriage to fail because I wanted to reconnect with Johnson? Lost in contemplation, Johnson came closer and sat beside me and held my fingers and said,
"I don't want to do anything to upset you. Do what makes you happy, but know that I love you deeply," he assured me while caressing my fingers tenderly. When I didn't respond, he got up and left for his room. I watched him go, wanting to call him back, but a part of me urged me to focus on myself for now. Just then, my phone rang again. Without hesitation, assuming it was Gabriel, I let it ring without answering. After a few seconds, it started ringing again. When I checked it, it was Daisy calling and probably she might be the one who called me before.
"Hi, Mom. How's it going?" she asked.
"I'm still halfway there, and Johnson has gone to bed," I replied with a lower voice.
"Why don't you check if he's asleep and discreetly collect a strand of his hair? That should be enough for the test," she suggested.
"Alright, let me go and check, and I'll get back to you." I ended the call and quietly made my way towards Johnson's room. My intention was to see if he was asleep. As I gently pushed the door, what I saw shocked me. Johnson was lying naked on his bed, fast asleep and completely relaxed.
How can I approach him in that state? Will he think I want to have sex with him? Seeing him naked and going closer would clearly give that impression. I was torn between options, and my daughter was desperate to find out who her father was. The decision rested in my hands. Should I enter the room and lie down with him?
Lost in contemplation, my phone rang again, prompting me to quickly move away from the bedroom to answer the call.
"Mum, how's it going?" Daisy asked with hasten in her voice.
“I should be the one calling you. The ringing of my phone is distracting me.” As I was talking, I could hear music playing in the background.
"Daisy, where are you?" I asked.
"Grandpa and grandma took me out. We're having some fun outside the house, we are at a friend's house," she replied.
"Okay, that's good."
"So, what's happening there?" she asked again.
"He wants to have sex with me and that is what I am observing right now, and that's the only way for me to get a strand of his hair for the test," I replied.
"Sex? Please don't do it," Daisy pleaded.
"I think..." I paused abruptly as I heard the sound of the door opening. I turned around, and there stood Johnson, wearing boxers.
"I thought you had left?" Johnson said.
"Mum, are you there?" Daisy asked.
"Yes, Daisy, give me a few minutes," I responded, ending the call.
I stood there, looking at Johnson as he approached me and embraced me. I couldn't resist him any longer. My mind immediately recognized the scent of his cologne from high school. As my emotions took over, a crazy idea popped into my head.
Will he agree to my new plan? Could it lead to trouble in the end? Just as he was about to kiss me, I said,
"Wait." He paused and looked at me.
"Let's go to the living room; I have something to tell you," I said while holding his lips. We left the room where I made my call and entered the sitting room, and we took our seats.
"I'm still angry with you for drugging me," I began.
"I'm sorry. It's an addiction I've been struggling with. It all started when you left me," he said.
"I didn't leave you. My dad did everything to separate us. But in order for me to forgive you, I want to drug you back, and they will..." I trailed off.
"Start a relationship again?" he quickly interjected.
"I haven't said that. I don't know what will happen, but I want you to feel exactly how I felt when you drugged me," I stated. Johnson stared at me, unsure of what to say. For me, this was an excellent plan. Once he fell asleep, I would be able to get his hair and leave the next morning without him knowing what I had done.
"I agree to your terms. But as a souvenir, can you perform oral sex on me when I'm asleep?" he suggested.
"No," I smiled. What was he trying to do? Arouse me? I was here on a mission, and that mission had to be accomplished.
As various thoughts flooded my mind, I saw Johnson stand up and retrieve a bottle of wine from his bar. He then went inside and returned with a small plastic bag containing powder.
"You can drug me," he said. I took a small amount of the powder and showed it to him.
"Do you think this amount will be enough?"
"Do whatever you want..." he replied.
"I don't know the potency of the powder. You're the one who needs to tell me the right quantity to make someone fall asleep and I don't want an overdose for you.”
“It seems you still have great feelings for me,” he smiled and touched my chin, triggering my emotions, but I tried not to let me know how I felt.
“I care as a human.” I looked at his eyes and he smirked before saying.
"It shouldn't be more than a quarter of a tablespoon."
I stood up and went to his kitchen to fetch a silver spoon, which I used to measure the powder. Then I poured the wine into a glass cup and handed it to him.
As soon as he drank the wine laced with the drug, he got up and said,
"I want to go and lie down on the bed. I don't want to fall asleep in the sitting room." Johnson left the room. I waited for the next thirty minutes before making my way to his bedroom.
Upon entering, I found Johnson doing the same thing as before – sleeping on his bed without any clothes on. The first thing I noticed was his penis. Without wasting any time, my mind started reminiscing about the past, and strong nostalgic feelings washed over me. That was something I used to play with, and I vividly remembered how I sucked his dick during sex the last time we had it before he disappeared. For a good five minutes, I found myself staring at it, facing a powerful temptation.
Will I be able to resist this temptation throughout the night? In an attempt to calm my emotions, I suddenly walked into his bathroom, thinking that taking a bath might help bring down my feelings.
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Author's pov
It was the next day, and Daisy hurriedly got out of her car. She had just returned from her grandparents' house and couldn't wait to hear the outcome of her mom's meeting with her ex-boyfriend. However, despite Daisy's insistence, Juliana, her mom, was unwilling to reveal the details over the phone. All Juliana kept saying was,
"We will see when we get home."
"Mom, can't you just tell me on the phone?" Daisy pleaded. But Juliana remained firm and insisted they talk face-to-face.
Daisy banged on the door, thinking it was locked, but it opened easily. She rushed inside without bothering to close the door and called out,
"Mum! Mum!!" The house was silent, and she headed straight to her mom's room. As expected, she found her mom lying on the bed.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Daisy asked, observing her mom as she slowly moved her feet from the bed and placed them on the floor.
"Are you sick?" Daisy felt compelled to ask.
"No," Juliana shook her head and pointed to her handbag. "Bring it." Then she suddenly smiled and added,
"It was just a prank. I'm perfectly fine, and I brought home what you wanted, Johnson's hair."
Daisy embraced her mom, kissed her cheek, and was very delighted and she said,
"Thank you so much. Why did you make my heart race like that? I was worried you didn't succeed, and that's why you seemed sad."
"No, I did succeed." Juliana opened her bag and took out the hair, which she had already placed in a plastic bag.
"Will you come with me to the DNA lab?" Daisy asked.
"No, I'm very tired."
As Daisy was about to leave with the hair, Juliana said,
"I have a troubled conscience." Daisy's excitement faded as she remembered what her mom had previously told her on the phone, and she asked,
"Did you sleep with him just to get his hair?" Her eyes widened in shock.
"No!" Juliana quickly responded.
"Then what did you do?" Daisy pressed.
"I did more than that..." Juliana admitted.
"What?" Daisy's voice rose in intensity.
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